The other day, I discovered that yet another one of my short stories was accepted and published at Every Day Fiction! It's called "Overexposed" and I should warn you, be prepared for some graphic images... and hopefully a giggle, but mostly just general awkwardness.

So far, it's remained on the list of "Top Ten Stories in the Last 30 Days" and if I can just get a few more votes I might be able to solidify a spot among the "Top 10 Stories This Year." So, if you like it, show your love with a star rating!

Despite my love of words, I fear it is impossible to truly capture life at sea. I could explain the sounds: the rumbling engine, the rattling needleguns, the puff of blowholes. I could explain the smells: the turpentine, the sewage, the fresh-cooked dinner. I could explain the sights: the blue horizon, the ominous skies, the sunsets, the stars. I could explain the feel: the vibration of the engine, the rocking of the ship. I could explain the people: the excitement of new crew, the confidence of old-timers.

Hell, I could document every second I’ve spent at sea, but it wouldn’t do any good.

Because to understand life at sea, you have to feel time stop while the world keeps turning. You have to write home and pray for responses. You have to juggle boredom with panic and excitement. You have to call the dock of a foreign port 'home.' You have to gaze at the horizon while you breathe salt air and diesel fumes. You have to become part of the living, breathing organism that sustains you, tortures you and satisfies you, all the while holding you prisoner…